Visual/Wet bathroom tiles

[unreaching]

[Without quite realizing it, Renji’s “written” those numbers that he suddenly can’t stop thinking about on the ground while mopping the bathroom floor. Of course, when he happens to look down from his distracted thoughts, from what it meant that it’s coming back to him now after all these years, and sees more than just his reflection--

...well. Part of him isn’t sure he isn’t seeing things now.]

No way.

[He blinks, once, twice. Uses his free hand to rub at his eyes.] And....it’s still there.]
No way. Uh-uh. This ain’t happening. Yer kiddin’ me with this shit, right?

[It’s not clear who he’s talking to, really. Whether it’s himself, someone else, or the world in general. Some students walk in, and outright ignore the bizarre projection on the ground, and that leads Renji to just let out a laugh. It’s not a very pleasant sound, too-sharp and dissonant, and with a bitterness that doesn’t quite fit the apparent youth of his features, like a bone broken and healed all wrong.]

Maybe I’ve just gone crazy. I mean, s’about time. Woulda figured it’d’ve happened sooner.

...Wonder if you can get fired for that.

[With a sigh, he decides the network is just all in his head and gets back to mopping.]

Comments

Voice

[icy_heavens]

[Well, he tends to check the network between classes, so. Have a young voice coming at you from the floor.]

Probably depends on the job.

video {iphone}

[ursoreckless]

[if he thought he was crazy before, he is now going to see a bleached blond on the tile floor]

Nope, you're not crazy; you're just another lucky member of the secret number club.

[Action] (if that's okay? :) )

[professorwolf]

[Seeing that on his laptop screen at one point at the end of class, Lyall has to investigate when class is out. He locks up the classroom for lunch and starts looking for which bathroom it is. He tries three before finding the right one.]

Mr. Abarai?

text|phone

[exloserspromise]

I think there's some sort of anti-discrimination law for crazy-based firing, but I never had to deal with it so maybe not.

audio

[angelskills]

Please don't worry.

[ Even if he doesn't... sound particularly worried. ]

You're not imagining things. Hello!

Action

[maxwells_silver_scythe]

"'Scuse me."

Some short kid with a long braid was leaving one of the stalls to wash his hands. However he stopped when he looked down at the ground, then up at the janitor.

"...You can see them too, can't you?"

visual/tiles 1/2

[unreaching]

[Renji's eyebrows practically shoot toward the ceiling as a voice suddenly comes up from the floor, and he skitters backward, slipping and falling over his own handiwork.]

WHAT THE FUCK?!

[unreaching]

[Another one of those shaky and harsh laughs]

G-great. Now I'm hearin' voices. I really have cracked.

wet tile visual :'D

[unreaching]

[SDLKFJSLKDFS AND NOW THERE'S A FACE THAT'S NOT HIS IN THE FLOOR TALKING TO HIM.

Excuse him, he's just gonna try to smack at it with his mop because it's better than screaming like a little girl.]

[Action] works for me~

[unreaching]

[Renji blinks and peers over his shoulder at the older man. It's--still kind of weird to be addressed as "Mr. Abarai", especially since most people (when they speak to him at all) usually go for 'Renji', 'you', or, occasionally, 'hey asshole', but he's never bothered to say anything about it.]

Yo.

'Sup? One o'your students get sick seein' frog guts again?

wet tile visual

[unreaching]

[Annnnd now there are words. Welp. Might as well just embrace the crazy.

He can't really be assed to get down on the ground and write back to the figment of his imagination, though, so he just calls out at it as he continues mopping.]

Huh. Well, ain't that convenient? Too bad I can't afford a lawyer anyway, so I guess if I do get canned I'm shit outta luck.

So, who're you supposed to be? My conscience? Ghost of Christmas past?

[icy_heavens]

If you're crazy, it's not because of this.

wet tile visual~

[unreaching]

[Aaand now the voice is...young. And. Female? That's. Different.

For awhile, Renji just stares at the tile, because he's not sure he's imaginative enough to be this delusional. But--ugh, "she" sounds nice and Renji has a soft spot for kids anyway and...

Sigh. Might as well humor the nice young-girl-figment while mopping. What is his life right now.]

Uh...hi.

[He's definitely sure he shouldn't believe the figment telling him he's not imagining things, because he thinks if he was a figment he'd want to assert he was real too.]

XD

[ursoreckless]

Hey! Stop that!

[at least he's glad that the network doesn't allow stuff to go through it otherwise his face would be wet and gross. ew. mop water.]

It won't help.

Action

[unreaching]

[Renji just moves aside on instinct as the kid comes by, used to getting out of the way of bathroom "traffic"--the 'scuse me' ends up largely unnecessary, but he's privately amused by it anyway. It's always weird to be shown gestures of courtesy like that.

Of course, when the kid speaks again, Renji stares at him in confusion. He couldn't mean the weird image that'd been on the ground and the voices, right?]

What...what d'you mean?

[Might as well confirm. Maybe someone put drugs in the bathroom or something and it takes a little time to start working.]

[maxwells_silver_scythe]

"What do you think I mean? Unless you really find blurry reflections of your face in the bathroom floor THAT interesting."

But Duo's reluctant to straight up talk about the network to a stranger too. For more or less the same reasons.

[unreaching]

Ain't you s'posed to tell me that if you're a figment, anyway?

hehehe. i apologize for all of renji's keywords ever

[unreaching]

Get outta the floor, then! That shit's just fucking creepy!!

[/CONTINUES SMACKING.]

no worries XD shou's got some dandies too

[ursoreckless]

You're the one that put the numbers on the floor, asshole!

[angelskills]

[ Pshhh we are the same age, Sir! Though she's not actually thinking that because she can't read minds, especially not through floor tiles. But she knows that connecting to this can be really unsettling and maybe a little scary, so showing kindness to people who first connect is very important. ]

How are you?

[ Just polite chat. No need to drop the big bombs right away. ]

[icy_heavens]

I wasn't aware figments could tell you that you still might be crazy. Haven't read the manual, seeing as I'm not a figment. [Dripping with so much sarcasm. It's the closest he gets to humour.]

[unreaching]

No, I mean, if I was goin' crazy an' seein' shit, then it makes sense that the figments're s'posed to be tellin' me they're real, right?

So how do I know you're real an' I'm not just trippin' balls over here? Y'gotta admit, randomly hearin' voices after seein' shit no one else sees ain't exactly a good sign.

[icy_heavens]

[It's probably kind of sad that he's a bit used to all this now.]

Do you think there'd be nearly two months of backlog, if you were crazy or on a drug trip? Because there is one. You ought to look at it sometime when you're not in the middle of a public place. That number in your head will work anywhere you can write it out.

bwahaha. i used tfln for mine, whoops /o\

[unreaching]

[He blinks for a moment at the mention of numbers, because, yes, they've been floating around in his head, but he never wrote them anywhere, so why would something of his own fabrication be telling him he did? Maybe that's how this all works? Hell if he knows.

So, he's just gonna respond with some more annoyance to hide his uncertainty.]

I was just cleaning, shithead! I didn't put any fuckin' numbers anywhere.

[unreaching]

Don't be a smartass. I don't have time for fuckin' riddles.